Kasabian - West Ryder Silver Bullet lyrics

Then I went down into the basement Where my friend the maniac busy's himself With his electronic grafiti Finally his language touches me Because he talks to the part of us Which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls In that moment poetry will be made by everyone And there will be emu's in the zone... Mist covers the ground in the city Engine rumbles quiet as we drift by I wish you could see it through my crooked eye Oh your beauty plays me just like a guitar string (it's so true) I want your touch, oh how I want you far too much She my baby, he's my baby Days drift into one, it's so pretty Travelling Wilbury's, Polly's photofits And this stolen car is loaded with junk, it's so dirty He'll be the d**h of me, but that's ok I want your touch, oh how I want you far too much She my baby, he's my baby